Lunch Time
Baker woke up hopping on his bed with his dog, the sun bright on his forehead, and it was already lunchtime. He got up, started pouring himself a cup of coffee, and thought about where he could go to have a nice brunch. Decided, he hopped in his car and started to drive to the outskirts of town for a restaurant he hadn’t been to before. That was a decision that he would dread afterward.
Lunch Time
Joining The Line
They started to look at him with utter contempt. It had been a long time since Baker had been faced with such absolute indifference. His chosen career usually tended to save him from being too poorly treated, but no one here knew who he really was. Baker walked in and wanted to join the line at the restaurant. His appetite began to intensify as he stared at the menu on the wall, much like the time he had been waiting in line.
Joining The Line
